Mom's hand gently shakes you,
Shake your cradle and go to sleep quickly.
How warm the quilt is in the dead of night;
Sleep, sleep, my dear baby,
Mom's arm will always protect you,
All the best wishes in the world,
All happiness belongs to you;
Go to sleep, my dear baby,
Mom loves you, mom likes you,
A bunch of lilies and roses,
Mom will give it to you when you wake up.
You come from snow-capped mountains, and spring tides are your style;
You run to the East China Sea, and the stormy waves are your spirit.
You feed children of all ethnic groups with sweet milk;
You roll up mountains and seas with strong arms.
We praise the Yangtze River, you are an endless source;
We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.
You came from ancient times, and the waves washed away the dust;
You run to the future, and the sound of the waves echoes in the sky.
You irrigate the flowery land with pure and clean water;
You have promoted the arrival of a new era with great power.
We praise the Yangtze River, you are an endless source;
We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.
Lyrics of "Lullaby" and "Song of the Yangtze River" (these two songs are too Mars to know)